Killer Mike - Deuces Wild lyrics
Killer Mike [Michael Santiago Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Killer Mike - Deuces Wild lyrics]
Rolling old school on second
Avenue in second gear
Re-ing up already the first gone
And the second here
Out the window, see an image
Kind of fuzzy but it's getting clear
It's a nigga, with a pistol
Moving quick and he's getting near
Hot hand reaching for the heat
On the other seat
Oh shit, 'nother nigga, at the window
On the creep hold up but it, I ain't
Trippin' I was slippin', got me
In fact lil buddy let me show
You just how G I be you can have this 4-4-2
And you ain't got to worry 'bout me
2 stacks on the seat, half an O' in the trunk
If you don't mind can I keep
The purp sack and the blunt?
That's when the second nigga said "let's
Put him in the trunk"
What? I can't let you do that you can
Have this motherfucking car and this money
But nigga you are
NOT getting me in this motherfucking
Trunk fuck that shit
We all fix'n to go to jail, hell
Or the hospital tonight
Look shorty, understand
I heard what yo nigga said
But I'm a grown man, , I ain't about playing
I told you, you can have
The money, have the car, have the rock
But putting me in the trunk, shit
That's where all that shit stops
That second little nigga must ain't
Like what I said
'Cus that faggot little fucker hit my
Fat ass in the head
That's when I realize this little
Shit about ready to bust pupils dilated
And this little fucker geeked on dust
I'm dealing with a greedy junkie with
A monkey on his back
Think fast before that junkie
Monkey go click clack
So I asked the number one
"You got fiends in ya pack?
What kind of glass dick sucking
Omar shit is that?
You gonna let this mother fucking junkie
Get you a murder case nigga? And you
Got an easy lick nigga? Take this
Car nigga, take this dope, take this money
Get the fuck from 'round here nigga don't
Let this motherfucking fiend fuck up yo life
This nigga don't love you
This nigga love dope
Nigga fuck you talking about?
Pussy niggas get that motherfucking gun
Away from me nigga
Hopping out, "Where the brick at?" "Its
At ya momma's house" he geeked up
Sounded like a demon talking out his mouth
Talking 'bout he gonna put a
Pistol in my momma's mouth
Simultaneously I'm spazzing
Nigga dimeing out
For me or you tonight, nigga
Liquor they'll be pouring out
Grabbed his pistol, pushed it left
And near tried to knock him out
He's screaming for his homeboy
I'm reaching in my pocket now
Stick him with that sugar
Where the fuck is that 3-80 now?
My fat ass running round that car
Like a kid playing hide-and-get
Number one shooting at me
Yelling all kind of bull shit
Got that rocket out
My wallet pocket, now I'm talking shit back
He bit the clip
So I shot him in his ass as he ran back
I told you motherfuckers! You can have
The car you stupid mother fuckers
God, this nigga getting me shot
At you stupid motherfucker
Hey look, number one left, you a geek
You stay down mother fucker
Y'all young niggas so fucking greedy
Avenue in second gear
Re-ing up already the first gone
And the second here
Out the window, see an image
Kind of fuzzy but it's getting clear
It's a nigga, with a pistol
Moving quick and he's getting near
Hot hand reaching for the heat
On the other seat
Oh shit, 'nother nigga, at the window
On the creep hold up but it, I ain't
Trippin' I was slippin', got me
In fact lil buddy let me show
You just how G I be you can have this 4-4-2
And you ain't got to worry 'bout me
2 stacks on the seat, half an O' in the trunk
If you don't mind can I keep
The purp sack and the blunt?
That's when the second nigga said "let's
Put him in the trunk"
What? I can't let you do that you can
Have this motherfucking car and this money
But nigga you are
NOT getting me in this motherfucking
Trunk fuck that shit
We all fix'n to go to jail, hell
Or the hospital tonight
Look shorty, understand
I heard what yo nigga said
But I'm a grown man, , I ain't about playing
I told you, you can have
The money, have the car, have the rock
But putting me in the trunk, shit
That's where all that shit stops
That second little nigga must ain't
Like what I said
'Cus that faggot little fucker hit my
Fat ass in the head
That's when I realize this little
Shit about ready to bust pupils dilated
And this little fucker geeked on dust
I'm dealing with a greedy junkie with
A monkey on his back
Think fast before that junkie
Monkey go click clack
So I asked the number one
"You got fiends in ya pack?
What kind of glass dick sucking
Omar shit is that?
You gonna let this mother fucking junkie
Get you a murder case nigga? And you
Got an easy lick nigga? Take this
Car nigga, take this dope, take this money
Get the fuck from 'round here nigga don't
Let this motherfucking fiend fuck up yo life
This nigga don't love you
This nigga love dope
Nigga fuck you talking about?
Pussy niggas get that motherfucking gun
Away from me nigga
Hopping out, "Where the brick at?" "Its
At ya momma's house" he geeked up
Sounded like a demon talking out his mouth
Talking 'bout he gonna put a
Pistol in my momma's mouth
Simultaneously I'm spazzing
Nigga dimeing out
For me or you tonight, nigga
Liquor they'll be pouring out
Grabbed his pistol, pushed it left
And near tried to knock him out
He's screaming for his homeboy
I'm reaching in my pocket now
Stick him with that sugar
Where the fuck is that 3-80 now?
My fat ass running round that car
Like a kid playing hide-and-get
Number one shooting at me
Yelling all kind of bull shit
Got that rocket out
My wallet pocket, now I'm talking shit back
He bit the clip
So I shot him in his ass as he ran back
I told you motherfuckers! You can have
The car you stupid mother fuckers
God, this nigga getting me shot
At you stupid motherfucker
Hey look, number one left, you a geek
You stay down mother fucker
Y'all young niggas so fucking greedy